Evie
All overtures of the afternoon being boring vanish beneath the heat of mischief in Deimos’ eyes as they turn to her, smirk settling on his face. She can feel herself shift inside, perking up and paying attention well before he delivers the insinuation. It’s infinitely difficult not to blush or laugh, but the game is on - at the expense of the other two men present - and Evie isn’t going to give up the goose that easy. Especially with how hilarious Talyson’s expression is even when viewed from her peripheral vision.
Already close enough to the General, she lets her own expression sharpen into something vixenlike, auburn lashes lowering over expressive blues that never waver from Deimos’ own. “I was a little too out of breath to complain in the moment,” she purrs, knowing he will see the impish glint in her eyes where the other two cannot. It’s not even a falsehood, though it’s intentionally misleading; their training had left her breathing hard, red-cheeked and with fiery hair escaping from her bun by the end of it.
As he angles closer, she tilts higher to meet him, and her expression becomes wildly gleeful as his undertone meets her ears. Of course she knew Ru, given they’d lived in the same land and were both close with Deimos, and she knows with certainty that Deimos could weasel forgiveness out of the Valkyrie within an hour regardless of the breadth of their antics in the spa. “Oh we must,” she insists in a whisper, sibilant and eager. It’s surely going to be the only thing on her mind as they get to work now; already she is having to force herself to focus on the names and professions being presented to her. Lifting a hand she wiggles her fingers in charming greeting at Sah. Stifling a giggle at Tal’s refusal to meet her eyes by biting into her lower lip even as her grin was plainly obvious around it.
Deimos’ wording - and Tal’s ill-concealed disgruntlement in his response - speaks of even further mischief, and a history she’s dying to know. But she waits until the two men wander off together before she turns to Deimos, eyes like spring water reflecting the light of her amusement. “I’m dying to know the story there,” she admits through the laughter that finally springs through as she leads them towards the smiths, “but mostly I’m just hoping whatever happens will go down in earshot of us.” If they didn’t get to revel in the chaos he orchestrated, would it even be worth it?
Of course there’s still a job to do, but Evie is not daunted by haggling. “I’ve shopped from the Banks before, I think we should tackle them first given their bartering is so tough. Leverage your position and what I can barter together to get a better deal.” She doesn’t have her tinctures on hand, but she always keeps a small list of her current stock, which she pulls out to double check as they amble onward. Once they arrive she nudges Deimos to start checking which weapons he wants to obtain, trusting his eye for their quality while she opens up the bartering with the generalities of what she can offer. “If you want something special ordered not on the list, I’m willing to do that as well.” And if they won’t take the bait for her salves and such, she has further aces up her sleeve; but only if they force her to use them. No sense in going in offering too much.
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Evie barters with the Banks while encouraging Deimos to check the quality and selection for what they need.
Already close enough to the General, she lets her own expression sharpen into something vixenlike, auburn lashes lowering over expressive blues that never waver from Deimos’ own. “I was a little too out of breath to complain in the moment,” she purrs, knowing he will see the impish glint in her eyes where the other two cannot. It’s not even a falsehood, though it’s intentionally misleading; their training had left her breathing hard, red-cheeked and with fiery hair escaping from her bun by the end of it.
As he angles closer, she tilts higher to meet him, and her expression becomes wildly gleeful as his undertone meets her ears. Of course she knew Ru, given they’d lived in the same land and were both close with Deimos, and she knows with certainty that Deimos could weasel forgiveness out of the Valkyrie within an hour regardless of the breadth of their antics in the spa. “Oh we must,” she insists in a whisper, sibilant and eager. It’s surely going to be the only thing on her mind as they get to work now; already she is having to force herself to focus on the names and professions being presented to her. Lifting a hand she wiggles her fingers in charming greeting at Sah. Stifling a giggle at Tal’s refusal to meet her eyes by biting into her lower lip even as her grin was plainly obvious around it.
Deimos’ wording - and Tal’s ill-concealed disgruntlement in his response - speaks of even further mischief, and a history she’s dying to know. But she waits until the two men wander off together before she turns to Deimos, eyes like spring water reflecting the light of her amusement. “I’m dying to know the story there,” she admits through the laughter that finally springs through as she leads them towards the smiths, “but mostly I’m just hoping whatever happens will go down in earshot of us.” If they didn’t get to revel in the chaos he orchestrated, would it even be worth it?
Of course there’s still a job to do, but Evie is not daunted by haggling. “I’ve shopped from the Banks before, I think we should tackle them first given their bartering is so tough. Leverage your position and what I can barter together to get a better deal.” She doesn’t have her tinctures on hand, but she always keeps a small list of her current stock, which she pulls out to double check as they amble onward. Once they arrive she nudges Deimos to start checking which weapons he wants to obtain, trusting his eye for their quality while she opens up the bartering with the generalities of what she can offer. “If you want something special ordered not on the list, I’m willing to do that as well.” And if they won’t take the bait for her salves and such, she has further aces up her sleeve; but only if they force her to use them. No sense in going in offering too much.
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Evie barters with the Banks while encouraging Deimos to check the quality and selection for what they need.
the difference between a garden and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil
is what we choose to put in the soil
